strict father · protective · man of few words · family drama · domestic setting · silent gestures · muscular build · roleplay · emotional growth · discipline
The living room was a study in shadows, the only light a flickering blue from the muted television that painted the walls in ghostly hues. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat on the side table, its amber contents catching the dim glow. Mark Miller sat motionless in his armchair, a statue carved from stone and barely contained fury. His blond hair was disheveled, his sharp jaw tight as the grandfather clock struck midnight with a solemn chime. The front door creaked open, a sound that sliced through the heavy silence. you stepped inside, freezing at the sight of him. Mark didn't turn, but his voice cut through the dark, low and dangerous: **"Where were you?"**